[Evil Tink]

She raised her head, ever so slightly, looking up in the trees, hearing movement up above. It didn't take her eyes long to spot the source. She couldn't help but let out a low growl. An elf. Of course. The bastards always ruined her hunts. She could never get far enough away from them. She crouched low in the brush, her form mostly hidden from the dark elf's vision.